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[color=5F9EA0]Time: 6 pm
Location: Castle Dinning Hall
Attire: [url=https://i.imgur.com/R61caal.jpeg]Winners wear red & black![/url]
Interactions: Edin, Stratya, Mina, Wulfric[/color]
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[color=DDB775]“Is that my little lamb finally growing fangs?”[/color]

Clarence smiled, speared a chunk of meat and raised his fork to Edin, then viciously bit the meat from his fork. His teeth made a snap.

[color=DDB775]“About damn time one of my sons showed some spine at the table. Public shaming? A touch dramatic—but gods, I like it.”[/color]

[color=5F9EA0]“Public shaming is a light punishment for such blatant disrespect.”[/color] He answered softly, almost uninterested. When the offending Duchess finally curtsied, he flashed only a satisfied smile. 

Then, Clarence watched.

He ate from his plate, unbothered, each morsel savored and appreciated with a palette that found flavors that lingered beyond his grasp when not in mortal form. Taste came only from his tongue, and only the scents of food engaged his mind. Gone were the smells and flavors of emotions and magicae that constantly grabbed at his attention. 

This was almost quiet. Just a fork bringing fresh experience to his tongue. Just his nose inhaling auromas that did not need analyized. Just his eyes watching the unimportant in their most decorative wears moving about as if they mattered. 

But his ears. They were not at peace. The masses constantly chattered and danced around the table, vying for attention. Noise streaming from their mouths. 

Wulfric corrected Alexander, a wolf snapping at a lesser who dared to step out of line. He should’ve gone for the throat; his bite wasn’t vicious enough, and the lesser still held his head up high and would later dare to snap at others at the table. 

He watched Mina approach and quickly look away from him. She addressed Wulfric but not him. Clarence tilted his head. None of Callum’s memories indicated they’d had any disagreements, any reason for her to snub him. [color=5F9EA0]“Am I not even worth a ‘good evening,’ Lady Blackwood?”[/color] He asked, but his tone lacked the teeth he’d shown the Duchess. 

Then, the knight approached. Statya. Immediately, Clarence decided he did not like her. He couldn’t pinpoint why, nor did he care to; his instincts never failed him. 

[color=peru] “Prrince Callum, I donnae think I’ve [i]seen[/i] yerr crrown ‘til now…looks good on you, Yerr ‘ighness.”[/color]

[color=5F9EA0]“Of course it does. It was made for me.”[/color] Came his polite but uninterested reply. [color=5F9EA0]“Some of us decided to look our best tonight. But not everyone.”[/color] He added, eyes focused on the pristine uniform for a moment before returning to his plate. 

[color=5F9EA0]“Poor form to tend to one's stomach and neglect to thank their host first.”[/color] He commented quietly as the knight began to leave, just loud enough that she might still hear him. 

Alexander, Mina, Roman, and Violet chattered, a conversation revolving around some bit of drama he was not privy to and cared little about. Until Alexander spoke, raising the tension between the group just enough that it edged on interesting. 

He glanced at Wulfric. [color=5F9EA0]“Seems that since Alexander can’t bite back at you, he’s taken to snapping at our guests,”[/color] he commented. [color=5F9EA0]“Rather weak attempt at establishing dominance. Who do you think he’s trying to impress? You or one of the ladies?”[/color][/color]